"Damn it! This must be the bite from that foxy seductress. No wonder she said she had a gift for me. So this is her 'gift.'"
The queen ground her teeth in rage.
She stared fixedly at Fang Yang's lips.
Fang Yang, too, sensed something was off and suddenly realized what it was, but before he could speak,
the queen had already walked up to him, with a sly, charming smile.
"Demon Lord, what's the matter with your lips? Let me take a good look!"
As she said this, she tiptoed closer, and Fang Yang thought she was showing concern, so he didn't mind.
But the next moment...
A fragrant breeze engulfed him.
His mouth was blocked once again.
Then came the familiar pain, the familiar taste of blood...
His lips were bitten to shreds again.
And the queen was even more ruthless than Huang Fuling, clinging onto him like a little dog, refusing to let go.
Fang Yang was initially irritated, but when he looked down, he caught sight of the queen's graceful body, her stunning profile.
